Category Archives: Poetry

How did this happen

That I’m here, feeling all spiritual, joyous

In the cafeteria of the main prison, inside Angola Continue reading →

“What church you attend on the street?”
He asked me.  Here I was, attending his church,
Visiting with a ministry to inmates, sheepishly I
admitted, I don’t go to any church right now.
“Oh, well I get that, I never went either, til I
found these people. Continue reading →